Coincidence is God's way of saying "Yo!"

Exactly

When I was 14 I had a Vespa motor scooter. One day I drove into a Fina gas station for a fill-up. The local Fina stations were having a promotion going on with KELI, a pop radio station: they were handing out a small plastic trash bag to each customer. Each bag had a unique seven-digit number. If KELI called out your number and you were the lucky listener, you won a hundred dollars. As a joke, the gas station attendant gave me a trash bag for my motor scooter. The number on the trash bag was 1690245 — which exactly — exactly — exactly exactly exactly — matched the license plate on my motor scooter. Blew my mind big time. Still does.


Dude!

One day in May when I was in college I was hanging out in the backyard with four of my housemates when suddenly apropos of nothing I said "You know, I've never had a bird shit on me in my life." Less than two minutes later a bird flew by and — splat! — all over my right shoulder! We were all suitably impressed: "Dude!"


Through a horoscope darkly

In my life I've had three astrologers read my natal chart. All three were Vedic astrologers; each reading was free of charge. Nor did I request any of the readings: in each case the astrologer approached me out of the blue. And this all happened within a period of six months centered around my fiftieth birthday. Go figure.


Naming Names

Darlene and I once drove up to Ithaca and the first thing we did was walk into a carry-out diner; as we approached the young woman behind the counter to place our order, she looked at me and said "You're Lawrence Clark." I didn't know her from Adam. We were all dumbstruck.

St. Patrick's Day, 2023. Yesterday in the Himalayan Institute's dining hall I had noticed a large middle-aged man on the other side of the room and had asked Aradhana if she knew what his name was. She replied "Steve." This evening in the food line I found myself face-to-face with a large middle-aged man who I thought might be the same person, so I initiated a conversation by asking if his name was Steve. He said "No, my name's not Steve. Care to try again?" So I scrutinized his face and as I did so I heard the name "Mark" in my mind and so I said "Mark" — and I was right!

It's funny because it's true

Once, driving home from Ithaca, Darlene told me that I should have a t-shirt reading

Ask me about Rudolf Steiner

Which is funny because it's true. A couple of miles further down the road a car passed us whose license plate was

RS Mania

I said to Darlene "And you think I have it bad."

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